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“WE GOT SOUP”
I waited while he returned to the kitchen. I suspected the conversation that would occur behind those swinging doors. I did not think too long on it, least I lose my appetite for soup, but after another young man in suspenders and a bowtie was tasked with delivering my bill I knew where to go. In the alley behind the kitchen, stripped of his stupid black bowtie and sitting forlorn on the wet stones. Knees curled to chest, head in his hands, Rhoth mourned the job he had managed to keep for only three weeks – among other things.
We sat together in silence for a few moments, the younger LeVer and I, until my lips formed the words, and my tongue pushed out a question that I had verged on every time that I had seen him since Noe’s death.
“How did he smell?”
Rhoth ignored me for a time. I leaned my shoulders and head back against the restaurant’s outer wall, and waited a few seconds before I ask again.
“Sterile,” muttered Rhoth into his arms, “and musky. A bit like shit, like you’d expect a dying old man to smell.”
I let his bile settle before inquiring, “Before that?”
Rhoth spent a long time quiet, eventually lifting his eyes up to peer into the dingy alley at the gutter all around him, “I don’t remember.”
“Of course you do,” I disagreed, “I still remember what mother smelled like.”
“You’re a werewolf.”
“I wasn’t then.”
More silence, and I decide to try and goad his memories with a re-telling of my own.
“She smelled like J’Adore. Strongly. A smooth, creamy aroma – ivy leading into floral hints – and when she ceased to smell strongly enough of it Marcel would always have another bottle of it to present her at breakfast. She would feign surprise...but you could always smell her as she moved around the house. I remember being able to tell when she was in the hallway outside my bedroom in the night…checking up on me. I pretended I was asleep.”
We waited a few more moments in stomach twisting, awkward silence before Rhoth lifted his head and started talking.
“Hydrangeas… …Papa always smelled a bit faintly of hydrangeas. I remember when we were boys…went through about a dozen gardeners in a couple months. He was always so concerned with appearances…and was never happy with how the landscapers sculpted his bushes. One day he just went out into the garden and started pruning them himself...then just kind of stuck with it. Up until he got sick…he went out and checked them every morning. I guess…that’s why Renny kept trying to put hydrangeas in the house after he died.”
“Tried?”
“I kept taking them out. I hate when he puts vases of flowers everywhere in the house…” There was a long pause, Rhoth’s features deeper and sadder than even I had ever seen them, “I’m a terrible brother,” he concluded, “and an awful son.”
“No,” I reassured him, reaching across to put a hand on his shoulders, “but you were a shitty waiter.”
Geoff and Rhoth on: Hydrangeas
A conversation between Geoff and Rhoth that may or may not be added into Soup, Sepulchers and a Seizure.

Losing loved ones is hard. Almost as hard as finding a decent gardener.
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“Are you saying you wouldn’t do it?” I demanded, “to protect your brother? To keep him safe?”

“You know I would!” Rhoth hollered back, “but what you’re talking about it something very different. I would only hurt people to protect Renget from harm. You’re talking about protecting Duke from happiness! It’s not protecting someone to prevent them from leaving this sort of existence behind, Geoff. It’s condemning them.”

“He’s going to go out there and get eaten alive, Rhoth. What is he going to do if they come after him and we’re not there to protect him”

“He’ll throw a car at them, Geoff! Christ, he’s growing up. He doesn’t want any part of this self-destructive, juvenile niche you’ve carved out. No one does. In fact, you are the kind of thing I would kill to keep Renget away from.”

“Is that so? Are you going to kill me, blackbird?”

I threw two punches. One from either side, one right after the next, and both aimed directly for Rhoth’s face.

Rhoth had also been fuming.  The clearest indication of his intensity had been his tightened lips and slightly flushed cheeks as we communicated at the usual high volumes.  

The first punch hit Rhoth squarely in the face, knocking him back before the second one landed.  A bruise blossomed under his cheekbone, and a tiny cut from my thumbnail sent specks of blood spattering through the air.  He reeled for a second (keeping his feet) before all calm ceased.

“SON OF A BITCH!” He hollered and returned with hook toward my unguarded gut, blustering his body in close so that big swings were less possible.  I took that hook to the gut and briefly doubled over, a few stumbled steps back my body’s natural defense from an immediate follow-up attack. My face was twisted in a momentary wince, but adrenaline and pride would not let me be sidelined long. After only a few seconds of recoiling, I lunged for Rhoth’s midsection in an attempt to rush-tackle the raven off his feet.

As we both went down, there followed a flurry of brutal punching.  Both competitors swung viciously with whatever limb was most available--fist, elbow, knee, heel--all while grappling for a superior hold.  Fingernails and claws scraped.  Heads butted on heads.  There was blood, and the acoustics of the room carried the sound of each thudding punch.

Minutes later we separated, each of us claiming sanctuary clinging to some sparring-partner piece of furniture. I with my claws sunk into a chair’s arm, him half tucked behind a storage ottoman.

“You have to get used to it, Geoff. Duke doesn’t need you. You need him. I know it’s hard to deal with, when someone you care about can function without you. It hurts, but working against it…it’s not helping. It’s working against that person. If you care about Duke, you can’t do that to him. You can’t deny him domestic, adult contentment.”

“Contentment…the ether of the down trod.”

“Geoff—“

“No! You don’t understand. Someone whose been through all we’ve been through, whose eyes have been pushed as wide open as Duke’s, can’t be brought low by the fatal injection of a house, a wife and some kids. That’s…tragic.”

“Geoff. He’s your friend. You should be happy for him. A house. Some kids. A little ether is all he wants.”

“Happy? Why? Because he’s now got just enough that something may be lost if the boat got rocked? Happy because, after everything they’ve done to us, a loyal woman is all he needed to ebb his outrage and be pacified?”

“Duke was never outraged! What happened to you is just something that happens to people, Geoff. It’s poverty. It’s bullying. It’s injustice, sure, and whether Duke is willing to give up every scrap of happiness he might feel and sacrifice everything he ever wanted it isn’t going to change that. It’s just going to be one more werewolf who could have been fine but instead chose loss. And emptiness. And bitterness.”

“It’s attitudes like that keeping people oppressed, Rhoth! Thinking that you might as well give up your ideals and live with whatever you’re dealt. Better that than risk, or god forbid, even sacrifice anything in order to try and change things.”

“Fine!” Rhoth blurted, “but we can’t choose to make those sacrifices for him! That’s not sacrificing! That’s losing everything. No. It’s worse. It’s having everything you loved taken from you by your best friends! I might kill for you Geoff. But not anyone, and not Duke’s wife.”

“Then you abandon him, Rhoth. To a life of ignorance. To happiness, and numbness. We lose him, and when we need him – to keep us alive, or Renget – you remember how important it was to you that Duke have a his little scrap of fucking happiness.”
Geoff and Rhoth on: Friendship
I am working on a few bits and pieces of things to add here and there in LL. There are some things I think I need to flesh out more before I can really ride the emotional journey of these characters into Book 2. A lot of it has been working with Geoff, Rhoth and Renget.

This goes in Edouard, which is going to receive a lot more trimming of some things and a lot more fleshing of others. For example, I never thought it was very clear how or why Rhoth did team up with Geoff to help destroy Duke's whole life...here is a potential conversation about doing so. 
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I'm Alive! I'm alive and to prove it here is a bunch of the stuff I have edited. I intend to get a writer's web page soon where I can post all these things in a format more my own choosing, but until then…Deviant Art! I'm continuing work on the novel as well as some  short story projects, so make sure to watch and follow me as I be posting quotes and pieces here and there.

Until then, however, I have come back to my roots to gather up my beloved old and treasured new with tales of criminal werewolf misadventure!

For those who don't know; Lillium Lupus: The Nearly True Confessions is the first in book series which will be either two or three books long. It is an autobiography penned by the leader of the "werewolf equality movement" Geoff M. Malone detailing the rise and perhaps the eventual fall of Paris' most dangerous criminal mastermind.


OH LOOK! It's a link to my Tumblr!! --> lilliumlupus.tumblr.com/

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Lillium Lupus: The Nearly True Confessions

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Chapter 1: A Proper Introduction: fav.me/d4cf6o4

Chapter 2: Le Vie: fav.me/d4cf95r

Chapter 3: Misery Loves Company: fav.me/d4cfbhs

Chapter 4: La Grand Cruaute: fav.me/d4cfeq5

Chapter 5: The Queen of the Night: fav.me/d4cfjxc

Chapter 6: Adam and Eve: fav.me/d4cfm3t

Chapter 7: Fiddler's Disease: fav.me/d4cfobt


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Undedited Chapters (only read if you've gotten through the others and simply can't wait.)

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Our Lady of Laperdo: [link]

The Lambs of Laperdo: [link]

Two Sides of a Sickness: [link]

Divided: [link]

Pornography and Bank Robbery: [link]

First Business: [link]

Minor Setbacks: [link]

Soup, Sepulchres and a Seizure: [link]

The Marriage of Sampson and Delilah: [link]

Rabble King and the Notorious Mister Scratch: [link]

Édouard: [link]

Skull and Cross Spoons: [link]

Blood Come Before Reason pt. 1: [link]

Blood Come Before Reason pt. 2: [link]

Silver Bullet: [link]

Gunthunder: [link]

Playing Like A Butcher: [link]

Good versus Me: [link]

Return to the Ugly Couch: [link]

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--------------------Pieces of Subsequent Novels!:-------------------------------
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Otis: [link]

Everything He Touches: [link]

Moth and Flame: [link]

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Lillium Lupus related writings (thus, of interest)
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"Old Vice": (the old second chapter) [link]

"Rhoth and Geoff on: Wives" (a favorite of many): [link]

"Rhoth and Geoff on: Lies" (Entertaing but unfinished): [link]

"Rhoth on: Geoff" (part of a series not likely to be finished): [link]

"Marcel Malone; rexamined" (a better look at this character and precursor to an edit of 'How Now, Messiah): [link]

"Meeting at the Cross-roux" (Fun! Satan meets Geoff.): [link]

Flowers (recently demoted from part of another novel to side project. It harkens back to a time when I didn't think I would use Renget as a killer.): [link]

"Mirovi - Arctic Wolf" (A description of Renget LeVer's wolf form): [link]

"Premeditations; By Dougie 'DaggerWrist' Ducharme" (Everything it promices and more): [link]

"Good man, Bad Shooter" (a short dialogue about nothing much): [link]

"What's my motivation?" (a snipet of Geoff's moral philosophy): [link]

"Skull and Cross Spoons" (to be rewritten as an actual chapter): [link]

"What's in a name?" (It's just a list of character names): [link]

"A Love Poem For Lydia" (Ah, to be the object of his affections.): [link]

"A Discourse on Droogs" (Feed the obsession): [link]

"We Share Everything" (A children's book written by Geoff): [link]

A History of Vice (original version of Old Vice): [link]

Dark Eyes (original chapter 2): [link]

DaggerWrist (original chapter 3): [link]

How Now, Messiah? (original chapter 5): [link]

An Intoduction (the old version): [link]

"..." (an untitled bad chapter that isn't worth reading. Don't go here.): [link]

A Night's Goings On (original chapter 4): [link]

Fiddler's Disease (original version): [link]

The Good Shepherd (original version of "Our Lady of Laperdo". See what happens when I try and do flat characters?!): [link]

An Introduction -- In Vino (the second version but still bad): [link]

Edouard (the old version now improved): [link]

An Attic of Magpies (older version of Le Vie): [link]

A Proper Introduction: [link]

Le Vie Dans le Vieux Voisinage: [link]

Ciggy-wiggs and memmories: [link]

La Grande Cruaute: [link]

The Last Dream: [link]

Adam and Eve (needs severe editting): [link]

The Fiddler's Disease: [link]


Looking at LeVers: [link]

All Characters and general foolishness is © myself
  • Mood: Eager
  • Listening to: Mike Trask -- Federal Pen
  • Drinking: Pepsi

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